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All that we have comes from the inspiration
received from the breath of the perfected ones.
Through the grace of the Beloved, we have emerged
from myriad forms into the realm of the attributes.
When we bound our hearts to the love of His face,
we broke free from everything.
The drunken lovers see no difference
between satin and sackcloth.
The one who is enamored with the Beloved
is a stranger to both husk and kernel.
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